I showed up to my laundry facility to partake in my weekly Saturday routine of dropping the laundry off to be cleaned. When I got there, however, they were closed due to electrical problems.
This found me between a rock and a hard because here I had a large amount of laundry, few ‘fresh’ clothes left, and nowhere to wash.
What was I to do? – Where was I to go? – What was I to where?
Thankfully, I live to New York , where the number of laundry facilities is almost proportionate to the number of Starbucks on every corner.
So, I found myself taking my laundry to a new cleaning facility for the first time, signing the release forms, trusting my laundry to a person who I didn’t know, and wondering if I would ever see my beautiful laundry again.
My laundry is very important – almost like a child.
Or something like that.